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Betty_B : The accident
Diary entry posted Mon 11:05am 19 January 2015

I was coming home from playing pool at a friend's house, I live on a dirt road in a rural area. It was foggy so I decided to take the dirt road home in lieu of the highway as 30-40 mph seemed safer and smarter given the road conditions than 75 mph. I was approximately a mile and a half to two miles from my house when my small SUV slid on a patch of ice. The roads were mostly cleared off though there was still snow on the ground away from the roadways, probably a good 4" of it. In this spot, snow had blown onto the road and accumulated. The temperature had been slightly warmer that day so the snow partially melted but froze back over when the sun went down. On the side of the road there was a 2-3 foot snow drift that had frozen in the same manner and was iced over. I slid on the snow patch into the icy snow drift. My truck is top heavy, so when I hit that, I rolled two full rotations, finally coming to rest on the passenger side. I was terrified and I shock, couldn't believe I was conscious and alive and at that moment, I wasn't even sure if I had any injuries. My airbags did not deploy for some reason. I had enough composure to locate my purse which miraculously had not spilled, my phone which somehow had not broken, and my daughter's coat which had been left in the car. SOMEHOW I managed to put my foot on the brake, put my car in park, and take the keys out of the ignition. SOMEHOW I managed to climb out the broken back driver side window and slide down the roof of my car to the ground below. I left a trail of blood in my path, which shockingly came from my left middle finger which was cut pretty bad from broken glass, but not nearly like you'd expect for such a serious accident. I was still in shock and I decided I didn't want to call my parents (we live on the same property but not the same house) and I didn't think to call 911. I decided I would walk the 1-2 miles to my house and avoid the drama... Only I couldn't. I tried to stand and fell back down in the snow. I tried again and the same. The third time, I realized something was seriously wrong with my right ankle. I pulled out my phone and called my dad. He was pretty pissed until he saw how bad I was and I crawled over to his truck and climbed in and we went back to my house. My clothes were soaked and I was shaken up and freezing. I was sure I'd be okay after I slept it off so I crawled from the car into my house and changed into dry pajamas. I left a trail of broken glass, it was falling out of my jacket pocket and my jeans and my hair. My dad kept insisting we go to the emergency room. I was in denial of just how bad it was and resisted but he persisted and the next thing I know, I'm once again crawling to the car and we set off for the emergency room.



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